"Did you use Ishvalans to make this, Envy?"
Envy's mouth twisted upwards with a dark sort of glee, all the while keeping their eyes on the road ahead. "Nah. We used the researchers that helped Doctor Marcoh for this one."
Kimblee's face darkened in that way that only he was capable of, a smile spreading its way gradually across his face. "Your cruelty is infinite." And Envy could tell that he meant it in the best possible way.
They glowered happily together for a long while, neither saying a word. They could understand each other's excitement, and that was enough. Envy maneuvered skillfully through the busy traffic of Central at four o'clock, and Kimblee stared through the window.
Envy chuckled to themselves. In the few backwards glances that they could afford when the car was forced to stop, they could see Kimblee's wide eyes as he surveyed the world around him, seeing it for the first time in more than five years. The alchemist looked as though he would like to press his hands to the windows and lean against it to get a better look, and was only restraining himself because of his odd sense of decorum. It was rather amusing.
"We'll be at your place soon," said Envy eventually, reluctantly breaking the cordial silence. "Although I hope that you won't be staying there much, what with chasing Scar and Dr. Marcoh. It's nothing too fancy- just a small apartment, but I think you'll like it well enough."
Kimblee turned away from the window, smiling pleasantly into the rear-view mirror. "As long as it has a bed and some heating, I'll be happy."
Poor guy. Envy didn't have much sympathy for humans, but Kimblee had been rotting away in a cell for years as a part of Father's plan. He deserved better than that, at least in Envy's opinion.
They pulled up at the building: a red-brick monstrosity, criss-crossed with twisted black iron stairs. "Your apartment is number ten," said Envy, handing a key to Kimblee.
"Thank you." The alchemist opened the door, heading for the stairs. Envy watched him go up the stairs, one at a time…
"Hey wait!"
Kimblee looked down, arm hanging over the railing. "Yes?"
Envy desperately thought of something to say- why had they shouted out? "... You're supposed to meet with Bradley's intelligence team tomorrow afternoon."
Kimblee grinned. "I missed you too, Envy." And without a word, he went up the stairs, vanishing through the door.
That wasn't what they meant to say- but the truth didn't need to be spoken, it seemed. Kimblee already knew what they meant, and Envy let a half-smile cross their face, knowing that the Crimson Lotus was the only one who would ever have that pleasure.
I've only recently gotten into Fullmetal Alchemist, and I'm already Kimvy trash. Of course, my FMA OTP had to be the rarest of pairs, and, as a result, I found myself having to write stuff for them just to satisfy my want for content about these two. I hope that I'm helping some other poor soul as well as just writing for myself.
Just to clear some things up: this isn't meant as yaoi. Envy is canonically an androgynous character in FMA: Brotherhood and in the manga, which is what these stories are based off of. Therefore, I'm calling Envy "they." I'm going to try and write two hundred of these, based off of a list of prompts found on DeviantArt (which I can't link to, unfortunately, because of FanFiction dot net eating the link).
It's a list of one hundred prompts, and I'm going to write each one twice: one taking place in the Brotherhood/mangaverse, and one in my own silly domestic! AU (because I want to write cute stuff for these evil trash cans). Envy will still be androgynous there, but leans closer towards the female side than in the normal universe.
In any case, I hope that you enjoy these. Thank you for reading!